Autumn of Souls
those breezes do tickle. unchained and pale
A lonesome autumn leaf prepare to fall
A dull morning where all yawning do fail
to cleanse empty spaces of crowded souls
Autumns cruel nights and early morning chill
brings void to life for young hearts to detest
This cold reckless dawn seems to linger still
untill yesterday's dreams lay down to rest
blank faced and senseless does tomorrow seem?
for no signs of joy this mighty wind tells
will the sunshine blossom a rose to gleam?
will the stormy thunder roar down and kill?
yet in the ashes of the past we crave
an autumn for a lost soul to get saved
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